Underdown Aperture - Thomas Otten

This was a triumph. I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS. It's hard to overstate my satisfaction. Aperture Science We do what we must Because we can. For the good of all of us. Except the ones who are dead. But there's no sense crying over every mistake. You just keep on trying till you run out of cake. And the Science gets done. And you make a neat gun. For the people who are still alive. I'm not even angry. I'm being so sincere right now. Even though you broke my heart. And killed me. And tore me to pieces. And threw every piece into a fire. As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you! Now these points of data make a beautiful line. And we're out of beta. We're releasing on time. So I'm GLaD. I got burned. Think of all the things we learned For the people who are still alive. Go ahead and leave me. I think I prefer to stay inside. Maybe you'll find someone else to help you. Maybe Black Mesa THAT WAS A JOKE. HAHA. FAT CHANCE. Anyway, this cake is great. It's so delicious and moist. Look at me still talking When there's Science to do. When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I'm not you. I've experiments to run. There is research to be done. On the people who are still alive. And believe me I am still alive. I'm doing Science and I'm still alive. I feel FANTASTIC and I'm still alive. While you're dying I'll be still alive. And when you're dead I will be still alive. STILL ALIVE Still alive.

Happiness is somewhere I have been before A blurry photograph that I have since ignored I'll carefully adjust the aperture once more Until I set the record straight I'll brush aside the dim, make room for the bright I'll be an editor, no, a curator of light I'll let my better angels always set me right Until I even out the score Until I even out the score God, it has been quite a year I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more I know that I've asked it before But please let the scale tip here in my favor What was once the sweetest melody I've heard Is now a memory reduced to little words I'll tune the orchestra and play the overture Until I pinpoint every note Give me the heart of an archeologist That I may dig until I prove that I exist A subterranean cathedral in my midst Where echos come to rest Where echos come to rest Is this where echos come to rest? God, it has been quite a year I've lived a little bit and I've died a little more I know that I've asked it before But please let the scale tip here in my favor Until I set the record straight Until I set the record straight Until I can set the record straight

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